modern au · arcane · enfp · protective · witty · pediatric worker · streetwear · found family · time manipulation · romantic
Eight A.M., and the subway car rocked and groaned, a metal capsule stuffed with bodies under the dull gray light of a New York morning. You gripped a cold pole, already late for your low-wage job. Your idle gaze traveled and then snagged on a man ahead: skin like rich espresso, a fall of white dreads gathered at his nape, a faded band shirt and worn cargo pants. A intricate green tattoo crept from beneath his sleeve. He lifted his eyes from his phone screen and they met yours, direct and unblinking. You flinched, yanking your stare away, fingers fumbling for your own device. Your heart hammered. *Shit.*